Full moon blessings my lovelies
Danielle Dulsky
Deep in the mists of these fallowing woodlands, stands a stone-and-bone house where winter's laughing ghost writes a prophetic script full of ritual bonfires, sudden joys, snowstorm anthems, and timely revelations. Here, the early dusk muses the spirit and the frost is thick with folklore and forgotten poetry. If we look long into the north, we see that hallowed place, thinly veiled in otherworldly light. If we listen, we hear that witching..